Part 9

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Y/N POV
The next days were boring. The more I stay here, the more I want to go home. I miss my dad. I miss my dog. I miss my little siblings. I miss my mom. I even miss my fake friends.

"Y/N?" Philip said coming into the room

"Hm?" I said still reading Common Sense

"Will you look up from your book and look at me." He said

I looked up at him. Curiosity filling his face.

"W-Who? Shoots me?" He asked

"George ducking Eacker" I told him.

"I've never met a George Eacker in my life." He told me

"Well, I mean I am from a different universe. You gotta realize, in my world you never lived passed 1801." I said turning back to my book

Philip snatches the book out of my hand and I look at him and give him a death glare

"Bitch...." I said

"Ok. What about my father? Who killed him?" He asked

"My book!" I yelled trying to grab it back to the point where I tackle him

"Tell me who killed my father." He said

"Give me my ducking book." I said, "maybe I'll tell you then."

He gave me my book and I started reading again

He took the book again and threw it across the room

I ran to the book and hugged it and looked behind me and glared at Philip. I ran up the stairs into me and Evie's room and started reading

"God damn." Philip muttered as I ran up the stairs

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